If it seems like I'm sinking   And I'm talking to the back of my hand   It's because I've been drinking   'Cos I don't understand   Why I'm out of my depth here   And I'm out of my mind   No one showed me an out door   And I didn't come in here to die      Made of rats   Made of rats, yeah   Made of rats      I got no silver lining   I've got holes in my shoes   I'm so tired of whining   All these downtrodden blues   Yeah, my head's a volcano   That's about to explode   And my brain's made of chalk, yeah   Now it slowly corrodes      Made of rats   Made of rats, yeah   Made of rats      I got no silver lining   He's got holes in his shoes   I'm so tired of whining   All these downtrodden blues   And I'm out of my depth, yeah   And he's out of his mind   No one showed me an out door   And we didn't come in here to die      Had enough isolation   Ain't in tune with no lord   Hope they bottle salvation   'Cos it's all I can afford   It's no long-term solution   We got no future plans   So for now, sit here drinking   As we talk to the back of our hands      Made of rats   Made of rats, yeah   Made of rats   Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats   Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah   Made of rats   Made of rats   Alright